[MFF] My Relentlessly Horny Nephew and His Complicit Mother

[I posted this before as 3 stories and then deleted them. Several readers asked me to repost it!]

Part One

Lately my nephew, my sister’s eldest, has been overtly flirting with me. He’s 19 and still lives with his parents. Last 7 months, thanks to the flu, we’ve all been pretty much in one home or the other with our two families. Lots of social contact with each other.

Whenever we gather he’s kind of all over me. Hugs me and holds it too long, brushes up against me. Tells me how I’m his favorite aunt, gets real close, makes an effort to get the seat on the couch next to me. Blatant and unsubtle. He is very athletic and easy on this old lady’s eyes. Works out a lot, should be a hit with girls his own age.

I am not ever going to be seduced by him. My husband and I have a good marriage. If this over-confident kid thinks his hugs and touches are going to tip me over, he’s wrong.

But when he kind of cornered me in his kitchen last week, I had a flash of an incest fantasy. He’s big enough to take what he wants. He’s 6 feet tall and I’m 5’3″. I’m 120 dripping wet and he’s got a lot of muscle, must be close to 200 pounds. I really liked the brief moments standing close to him, looking up. Weird thing to give pleasure, right, just sort of a height kink? He towers over me (and his own relatives) and it tingles.

This is my first ever incest fantasy, and it keeps coming back. In my dream, I picture him just hoisting me onto a countertop and ravishing me. I have such a vivid picture of it that I kind of feel awkward around his mom. Not that she’s in the dark. When this started I told her and she laughed out loud. He’d been perving on her, she said, but she confronted him and told him to knock it off. She asked me why I didn’t do that, and when I hesitated she burst out laughing again. “You LIKE it, don’t you?” I had no comeback. She and I have always been intense rivals, and she enjoys watching me fail to deal with his approaches, and my own conflicted feelings.

His urges are rising, he’s bolder now that he realizes I never complain. His mom watches him flirting, or hugging, and just smirks at me. It’s a game, and I’m the only one not playing. Each time he touches me and I say nothing, he wins. Each time she sees her son fondle her sister, I lose. And she sees everything, especially my weakness. Her whole life has been a contest with me.

So when I skipped a bra to turn him on a few weeks ago, my sister noticed. And she watched her son notice. I felt like a dirty slut, and I liked it. I’m not going to yield to his clumsy advances, but I am mostly always braless now because I never know when he’s going to come hang out – and it is less shameful for him to find me braless than for me to remove it while he’s here with everyone noticing that I did that for him.

He loves an audience – his mom and Dad, my husband. He plays it all off as goofy games. For example, he’ll cross the room, address me, and put his arm around my shoulders. Done quickly it’s a hug, but he holds it like I’m his girlfriend. My husband is there, and so are his parents, and it excites him to act like I’m some girl his age he’s dating, brought home to meet the parents. They all laugh at me playing my part. He’ll hold it, and once in a while give me a little squeeze, and I just take it and act stupidly like he’s my guy. It is both not sexual at all and profoundly sexual. He’s claiming me as his in front of the others. But they see it as a cute intra-family tenderness. A nice boy and his favorite aunt. Only he and I know. And his mother. She sees it for what it is.

His touches, once playful gags, are now longer and slower. Hugs from behind include some pressing of his pelvis into my glutes. He “accidentally” brushes my nipples reaching in front of me. He often reaches around to “hug” me at the sink. My breasts rest on his arms.

I’m waiting. He’s such a great guy that he might not take this to its natural conclusion. I’ve stopped kidding myself about what I want. I’m not ever going to take the first step, but if he does, I’m his. Maybe if I asked my sister to tell him to go for it? She’d finally win our contest if her son mounted me.

Part Two

From all the messages I received I see that my relationship with my big sister is a little confusing. I wrote about her encouraging her son, 19 , to act as if he is trying to seduce me. This is her twisted idea of a hilarious trick she is playing on me.

Unfortunately, while my husband thinks this is all some silly sibling rivalry prank, the young man is flat out trying to bed me. He doesn’t know why his Mom is encouraging him to touch me all the time. But I know what she’s up to.

His mom watches him flirting, hugging, and touching me and just smirks at me. It’s a game, and I’m the only one not playing. Each time he touches me and I say nothing, he wins. Each time she sees her son fondle her sister, I lose. And she sees everything, especially my weakness. I rarely wear a bra anymore, and he peeks at my nipples. His mother notices and smirks at me. Her whole life has been a contest with me. She wants him to take me to knock me off the pedestal others have placed me on.

Our relationship is decades old and full of love and rivalry. She matured first and attracted all the boys long before I was a woman. Her “fan club” and her figure gave everyone the impression that she was “the hot sister”. My breasts never developed as much as hers. She wore out a gag about starting to ask me to borrow a brassiere and then saying “Oh, what was I thinking? Never mind.” I was always in her shadow. With my small breasts and few boys chasing me, I was soon “The nice girl”. I was so jealous of her and was blind to her jealousy of me.

But now we’re all grown up, mothers both, and she resents me for my success and good fortune. My husband makes more money than hers. Our cars are newer, and even my children did better in school than hers. I had all the luck in life, everything I have is shinier and nicer than hers. My house is nicer and she’s always been more relaxed when we visit her than when she is at our home, full of nice things, reminders she came in second.

Her son started at community college last year, so is still around, bouncing between his house and ours, playing video games with my sons. He started to show sexual interest in his Mom, perving on her, and she told him to knock it off. “Aunt Rebecca is cute, why don’t you spend more time at her house, she slyly suggested to him. When he started to flirt with me, she thought it was funny and she was happy to no longer be his love interest. Her kid sister, the A-cup ice princess, being drooled over?

We’ve wandered into each other’s houses for years, but she really started to relax and be herself at my house since her son started all the displays of affection. I think she also enjoys my husband the big shot being clueless about his nephew’s intentions.

Meanwhile I’ve been playing the role of stupid Aunt Becky who thinks this is a game and doesn’t know she’s being laughed at. Pretending not to take Greg seriously. But I do take this seriously because I know what he wants and I enjoy being pursued. When he hugs me from behind and holds it – holds me so I can’t get away – I reach up and take hold of his wrists. Not saying “no”, but saying “I’ll decide where these hands go.” Then, if we are alone in the kitchen, I rub them around….

I thought what he and I did alone might be unnoticed, but he tells her later what he touched and how I reacted. She knows I placed his hands on my breasts. She derisively asked him if they were “even a handful”. She encourages him to push the envelope. He tells me she said he can be even bolder with me, and when he and I are alone for a minute I admit to him that I don’t mind anything we’ve done yet.

This is her chance to drag me down. Her son started it because he’s a mountain of hormones and muscle, but she wants to see me brought down a peg. She’s never really been “the sexy sister”, and she knows that deep inside I’m ready to stop playing “the good girl”. My nice house and all my money won’t bother her as much after her son makes me his slut.

Part Three

Greg, my sister’s eldest, has been openly flirting with me. He hugs me and holds it too long, brushes up against me. He is very athletic and handsome. Works out a lot, should be a hit with girls his own age. His mother enjoys watching me fail to deal with his approaches, and my own conflicted feelings. “You really are a Becky, aren’t you?” As teens I had corrected anyone who called me Becky. “My name is Rebecca.” My sister made a joke out of it, said Rebecca was the goodie-two-shoes I pretended to be, and that Becky was the slutty bad girl inside, struggling to be released. My nephew got bolder when I never complained. Meanwhile I played the role of stupid Aunt Rebecca who thought this was a game, who didn’t know she’s being laughed at.

Labor Day weekend everything came together. It was their year to host the family barbeque, and the weather was terrific. The husbands had a bit of a beer contest. Greg’s father, a bit too tipsy to be trusted on the grill, burned some of the burgers so badly that they went to the dog. My husband drank more than anyone and ended up asleep in a hammock. My brother-in-law climbed into another one and was also soon napping in the shade.

My sister went inside to tidy the kitchen and Greg came up behind me on the patio. We were still wearing our bathing suits and he reached around with one of his hugs and gently cupped my breasts. He’d handled them before, but always let go quickly, and this time he prolonged the embrace. I felt comfortable in his grasp and allowed it to go on. I relaxed back into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. My nephew is 6 feet tall, and my short body was swallowed in his arms. Perhaps for the first time, he was not playing it for laughs. We were alone, and his erection snuggled into the small of my back. He hugged me with passion, and affection, and I found myself responding, moaning encouragement.

“I love to touch you, Aunt Rebecca”, and I tilted my head upwards and to the side. My arm had a will of its own as it reached up, snaked around his neck, and pulled his face to mine for a passionate kiss. My sister was watching us through the window, and she’d seen Greg’s gag groping before. But we had never ground our lips together before, never kissed like lovers. We continued to sway together, to hold each other, and to kiss. I felt at peace in Greg’s arms. He was so big and strong, and it seemed right that I would allow him to touch me all over. My body was humming in a way I hadn’t felt for years.

Previously, with an audience, he had always let go of me soon. But now for the first time I was holding on tight, grinding against that warm lump in his shorts, tonguing his mouth. Only a few times before had I done what I chose to do now – take his wrists in my hands and maneuver them under my top, onto my naked breasts. Give the boy the thrill of bare tit. My thrill, too, to be honest, my nipples hard as gravel. With no husbands watching, only my big sister gaping, I felt liberated, loose. Greg was a hot young man, why not? I was in control, could stop this whenever I wanted.

My sister smirked widely and gave us two thumbs up. Her plan was coming to the end. Her son was going to make love to her younger sister, make her a cheating slut. A little crazy, I moved his right hand slowly down the front of my body and onto my bikini bottom. One hand on my breast, the other cupping my pubic area, he lifted me up onto my tiptoes and rubbed his erection against my buttocks. I had become very, very wet. I was ceding control to Greg. I closed my eyes and swayed in his arms.

A few dreamy moments and my sister was right in front of us. Her hands were on my waist and she pulled me towards her, forcing Greg to relax his embrace. “We better take this inside, Becky,” she said softly in my ear. “You two come inside.”

I was awash in lust but I knew what we were doing, and I gave no thought to disobeying her. I was going to let go of Rebecca. She wrapped her arm around my waist and led me to the spare bedroom, Greg following right behind, bending forward to nuzzle my neck. For the first time since we were kids together she kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back, and we rubbed our breasts against each other, her big pillows against my small muffins.

Greg closed in from the rear, removed the top of my suit, and resumed caressing my breasts, so much smaller than his Mother’s. Soon I was on the bed and Greg moved my legs apart while my sister held my hand and continued to French kiss me. My nephew gave my vulva several forceful licks with his tongue then moved up over me. I was shuddering already, just from the boy licking my pussy and my big sister kissing my mouth.

“Take her, Greg,” she said to him.

“Can I, Aunt Rebecca? Can I go inside?” He covered all of my 5′ 3″ body with his giant form.

“Greg, call her Becky.”

“Really? Can I go inside you, Aunt Becky?”

I couldn’t form words, so I nodded, and I felt his penis slide easily into my vagina. God I was wet, and ready. I flexed my pelvis muscles, but he was so big. It felt so good to be Becky for the boy.

“Oh, God, Mom. She’s like a furnace. Her vagina is so hot.” They were talking over my head, like I wasn’t there to hear them.

Sweet boy. My “vagina?” Greg didn’t know how to talk dirty, even as he fucked his mother’s kid sister. “It’s my pussy, Greg, and you made it hot. Don’t ‘go inside my vagina’, dear, fuck my pussy.”

He drove deep and she reminded him to twist my nipples. I was on fire, delirious. Whenever he lifted slightly off of me, her hands sneaked in to fondle my breasts for herself.

“Don’t cum too quick, Greg. Ride your feelings, slow them down. Make Becky cum first.” It excited her to call me a whore. I wanted to say something, but now my nephew’s lips were crushing mine and my tongue was in his mouth. I had never before felt so much lust. “She’s all yours, Son. Your own slut whenever you want her. Your Uncle doesn’t deserve a hot cunt like Becky; you take her.”

My brain was being electrocuted by her filthy, degrading language. She was giving me to her son? I tried to say “No” but it came out as a senseless moan. “Naaaahhh.” I never wanted to be Rebecca again.

“Don’t take my word Greg. Ask her. Ask Becky if you can have her whenever you want.”

I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm when he took control a bit. She was feeding me my lines.

“Oh, fuck, Greg,” I groaned. “No one ever….” I lost my thought. He was stretching me so well.

“I’m not going to ask her a thing. Her pussy is squeezing my dick like a fist.” Then, to me, he put the tips of our noses together and said “I own you now, Aunt Becky. I own you. Right? Tell Mom.”

I tried to turn my head to my sister but my entire body was wracked by the greatest orgasm of my life. My legs kicked and I made a pathetic noise and clawed at Greg’s powerful shoulders. As his cum pulsed high inside me, higher than my husband’s cock had ever reached, my sister said “My little sister belongs to us now.” Then she got up from her bedside crouch and said “I’ll warn you if the men wake up. Do her again if you can.” She leaned in to kiss me too, stuffing her tongue in my mouth and twisting my left nipple. I convulsed again. Then she got up, licked her lips, said “Next time I’ll lick you,” and closed the door. The two husbands slept almost another hour.

That night at home, in bed, my husband tossed and turned. “I might as well get up and read a book, Rebecca. That 2-hour nap threw me off. I’m just not sleepy,” he whispered to me. “But you look exhausted.”

“I am, honey. I can’t remember the last time I was this worn out,” I said to him, and fell into a deep slumber, where I dreamed about my sister and her son, taking turns.

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